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Feb 2020
Unclose, but in vain
She brushed off her integrity
With bags underneath her eyes
She looked at me in pity
Said a thousand things
With that cold blunt stare
My vanity, my existence
Uncloaked, she left me bear
And I asked her if
What she's done was right
Smiles and says you aren't alone
Others too have suffered your plight
But empty is you
If you feel it in your bone
Justice is frivolous for most
You must keep holding your own!
Siddharth Ray
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Siddharth Ray  Hyd, IND.
(Hyd, IND.)   
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